TALES, TRIALS & TIDBITS OF CHOCO-FOOT
Choco-Foot likes the moonlight on the lake. He likes the way his growl echoes in the canyon. Choco-Foot is a romantic.
Choco-Foot doesn't like white wine. He's a merlot Choco-Foot.
Choco-Foot avoids fire.
Choco-Foot thinks his nose is too big, but his mom says it's fine.
Choco-Foot invented the Blackberry... and the intercontinental ballistic missle and chicken flavored crackers. Choco-foot hates Todd.
Choco-Foot likes the way you smell.
Choco-Foot didn't eat it! He saw that your initials were on the carton and he put it back. Choco-Foot places blame at Tonya's feet.
I saw Choco-Foot on the crosstown bus. He pretty much ignored me, but that's our way. We call it our "poach".
Choco-Foot tips generously at Chili's and Friday's but not a Bennigan's. He says that all the Bennigan's servers are "inferior stock". Silly
Laugh and the world laughs with you. Cry and Choco-Foot will devour the soul of your enemies... and donate canned goods.
Choco-Foot goes through lots of hand sanitizer.
Choco-Foot doubts the validity of M-Theory
Late in the day, when his blood sugar dips low, Choco-Foot starts rubbing his elbows on the wall calling them his skin balloons. Oh no!
In the places where the little ambling foreticklers grow, Choco-Foot is king. Choco-Foot has 3 shins.
Choco-Foot never learned to multiply by 7
I'll meet you in the food court, Choco-Foot! Right by the Jamba Juice. And don't use the Visa!! I have to pay it down. Eeew, what was that?
Choco-Foot hibernates for fourteen days out of the year. But to keep people on their toes, the days are scattered all over with no pattern.
When Choco-Foot licks things, it's a self defense mechanism.
Choco-Foot isn't the dreaming, beaming kind. He's the last one in the boat when the balast bursts. He kicks things he doesn't understand.
Choco-Foot keeps loose change in a cup in the kitchen. The cup reads "best boss in the world". It's not his, but he's not talking.
Choco-Foot will please you... if you want him too. He cooks with a lot of sage.
Choco-Foot agrees with you in spirit but the problems are daunting. So, he's going to stand still until he blends into the backdrop. shhh
The bubbles tickle Choco-Foot's nose.
Choco-Foot, in the wild, lives on dashberries, rundle root and fresh water halikuhk. In town he lives on energy drinks and string cheese.
When the world was young, Choco-Foot took delight in the simple things. Now, can you validate my parking?
Choco-Foot likes awesome blossom onions.
Choco-Foot is nomadic. He likes the open road and truckstop food... and truckstop waitresses. He's on anti-biotics.
I don't think that was necessary, Choco-Foot. Why don't you sit there for a little while and think about what you did.
If you leave your campfire unattended - Choco-Foot will use your fire to burn socks he steals from local clothes lines. He likes the thrill
Choco-Foot knows how to pick 'em. Lemons eh? What're ya going to do?
Choco-Foot has artifacts.
Choco-Foot thinks the world revolves around Tim.
Choco-Foot's Confirmation name is Tad. Choco-Foot Tad *spill something viscous*-Lawson. That's our Choco-Foot.
Choco-Foot keeps extra jellies in his pocket. Mixed Fruit. mmmmmmm
Choco-Foot throw rock at sunshine. Balance checkbook. Consume souls. Choco-Foot have full day.
Choco-Foot likes jogging shorts. He doesn't wear them, he dusts with them.
Hi. You've reached Choco-Foot's phone. Please leave a message at the tone and Choco-Foot will scream at the sun for an hour
Choco-Foot wants his balloon.
Choco-Foot's best friend in college was a wombat named Nostril Portnoy. They had a falling out in '87 over a bottle of Johnny Walker Blue.
Sometimes Choco-Foot will balance on his forehead and elbows in order to drink upside down. Crazy Choco-Foot you lighten my heart.
Choco-Foot's printer sounds like it's ripping the wool out of a sheep by hand. Get that thing fixed, Choco-Foot! Get it fixed like the wind.
Some nights Choco-Foot thinks he smells toast. He crawls out of his leaf bed and stumbles around, bleary-eyed, looking for toast.
You have traveled far, Choco-Foot. Come. Sit down. Rest your neckties and drink from the good faucet. Our destinies are joined in this bag.